A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

was born

was the one who picked

simple building with windows that

snowy, so anyone here would feel comfortable drinking a cup of

individual was trapped in a room all year round, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it would still be

His thin stature made the

almost given up

was still alive. He had lived two months

with a glass of water

you to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him in a low

he had not heard

there staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured,

twitched when he heard

year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans would cook

also her favorite

suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should have

Mark heard this, he began to fumble

then, he stopped and shook his

never did. It seemed it was better if he never

better not call her,” he said to

to give

very sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward

“Please take your medicine.

some pumpkin pies. You can

took the medicines from him and swallowed them

he lay on the bed, and a nurse came in to

Mark looked sideways at

on his phone got weaker and weaker until he finally fell

nowadays. This time, he had a dream and

the hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed

doctor had almost given

Mark was still alive. He had lived

with a glass of water and

medicine,” Peter reminded him in a low

like he had not heard

while, he murmured, “Today is the

twitched when he heard

a smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and

her favorite food,” Mark

after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should have

began to fumble in his pocket

then, he stopped and

never did. It seemed it

call her,” he said to

give Cecilia

this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed

“Please take your medicine.

some pumpkin pies.

from him

lay on the bed, and a nurse came

was done, Mark looked

got weaker and weaker

This

dreamed of the hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still

much like that

him secretly for a while and call him “Uncle Mark” when

this Cecilia in his dream was so

his arms and gently stroked his face, saying, “Mark, I don’t blame you

point,

were white, just like

gently closed

felt he needed to

was warm in the ward, but he felt cold all over his body. He felt Life without Cecilia was a hopeless

gone to buy the pumpkin pies

foreign nurse was in

to return home. He missed

Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment on Gamous Road, which was where he used

he couldn’t change anything for

give up as long

to hate him, even if he wouldn’t survive and have her back… He would

stay strong and

finding it difficult to go back to

started to make paper planes. He knew how much Edwin

when he grew up. The plane would

to go there because he missed

silly boy. Mark’s pale fingers trembled as he thought

back

a snowstorm on his way, so he was

pies are still warm,” he said to his

saw the paper planes Mark had

planes and smiled at him, “Okay

of your pumpkin

actually

more than

mouth, he put down

eyes and

and have a family

Angela’s Library

cheerfully assured him. But he could see that

before he could ask him about it, Mark’s

was around

he looked at the caller ID. For a long time, he didn’t say or

misses you,” Peter urged

broke into a

silly boy,” he

to answer the phone. It was an

voice sounded a little

when he said, “Cecilia gave birth to a girl.

to a

so violently that he couldn’t say anything for

Waylen said, “Mark, Edwin misses you

Mark closed his eyes.

you next

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

said, “Mark, no matter what, I hope you survive

that except for the emotional entanglement with Cecilia,

first half of his life. He didn’t

sniffed and

of the call, he never

hear what had been discussed since all he’d

“What happened?” he asked.

After a while, he looked up at Peter and

and he did a fist

said with

day of

in agreement and began to stroke one of the paper planes he had

back home to

Angela’s Library

glance would

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255